xavier who answers a call on your behalf when he's balls deep in you, maintaining a level of composure that you'd be envious of if he currently wasn't rendering you cockdrunk.
his tone's curt and brash, ushering the person on the other end of the line to get to the point. but he doesn't slow down his thrusts—in fact, he fucks you faster and harder until the slapping of skin against skin is so loud, it's impossible to miss.
you try to keep quiet, muffling your whimpers behind trembling hands. but xavier's quick to yank those hands above your head, giving you no way to stifle your noises. you go to bite your bottom lip but xavier doesn't allow it, using his free hand to tug your jaw down so your sweet voice rings free.
he's hitting that spot with such precision, your cunt gushing wet and squelching with every slam of his hips against the plush of your ass. it's getting too much, your eyes closing tightly as pleading sobs spill from your open mouth, your back starting to arch as xavier still talks with whoever called you.
"just a second," xavier grunts before he's got you folded in half and making you scream. you claw at his shoulders, drool slicking your chin and stars dotting your blurry vision. "almost...there—"
a sudden firm rub to your clit and you're gone, utterly and completely shattered as you wail xavier's name.
the next morning, coming out of your apartment, you bump into charlie and wave in greeting. charlie instantly grows flustered and can't look you in the eye as he quickly waves and scurries past.
you wonder what you've done wrong and express this to xavier on the way to work who looks a little too smug.
turns out it was charlie who had called you last night, intending to invite you to a cafe that had opened a week ago. and xavier, in his possessiveness, decided to stake his claim right there and then.
xavier pouts when you proceed to not talk to him for the whole workday.
